60 A Nasty Little Joke of Epic Proportions 4 (1/2)

”He's truly gone…”

Bai Xing murmured in surprise after scanning the area of which Deng Lan previously stood. Pondering as he stared at the fragments of sky-blue crystal scattered across the ground, the green-robed immortal sighed before directing a heavy glare at Dongfang Yu.

”Even if Deng Lan abruptly left for the coordinates contained within the pearl for some inexplicable reason,” the youth glanced at the opaque pearl hovering in the air, causing the remaining immortals to stare at him as Bai Xing himself glanced at the violet-robed youth.

”Earlier, the old man and you both had a conversation that none of us could comprehend the contents of. Care to share the details?”

Dongfang Yu raised an eyebrow, the pair of violet irises examining Bai Xing from head to toe in silence. Before the awkward immortal could respond or Mu Rong Yuan to interrupt, he opened his mouth to speak.

”Just some information my Master imparted to me before I left,” the youth barely concealed his cynical amusement as he observed Bai Xing and Mu Rong Yuan's countenances distort with a sliver of disbelief.

”Of course, I could tell you the detailed concepts and explanations, but then you'd have to join the Skybreak Spire as an ordinary member. That's not… a rather worthwhile deal for you, no?”

”Hmph!” Bai Xing snorted.

”As if you would tell us anyway, given your shrewd and cunning nature. Forget it, let's see how that old man will react if I conquer that girl in the worst fashion imaginable, that expression will be worth all of this useless effort.”

Pocketing a handful of the sky-blue crystal scattered across the ground, the green-robed youth's figure vanished amongst a cloud of green lights, the savage expression on his countenance creating a devastating and alluring sight. Mu Rong Yuan similarly followed suit after contemplating in silence for a brief moment, his aura thickening with an arrogant demeanor by the second.

”Brother…”

”What, you haven't left yet?” Dongfang Yu smiled at the golden-robed youth standing across from him.

”With your character and appearance, just a little coaxing would easily cinch the victory for you, no?”

”You're joking, as if I would be that lascivious. Three is already more than enough, no need to add another,” Jun Mo rolled his eyes in exasperation, glaring at Dongfang Yu.

”Furthermore, as a Shattered Soul, she would probably never agree to being one of my wives. Forget it, it's much better handing her over to Elder Brother than watching that Mu Rong Yuan wreck a pitiful, delicate flower to shreds.”

”What if I were to mutilate that flower into smithereens? You wouldn't feel sad then?”

”Hah! As if Elder Brother has ever touched a woman before, much less interact with them. How would you even explore the wild grasses and beautiful flowers if you're unable to inspect them in the first place?”

Slightly disgruntled yet amused, Dongfang Yu reached over to lightly whack the youth on the forehead, a leering expression on his handsome countenance. Patting the aggrieved immortal on the shoulder, the violet-robed youth turned to inspect the monoliths once more.

”…do you want me to do something?” Jun Mo quietly asked while rubbing his slightly sore forehead.

”If any of the rest succeed, that would be quite the shame.”

”Just leave my spiritual imprint on her,” the violet-robed youth chuckled after a moment.

”Rather than brashly rushing into things, it's much better to relax and observe.”

”Alright then.”

Nodding his head, Jun Mo inspected the opaque pearl for a long time before disappearing within a pillar of golden flames. Watching the gold blaze slowly ebb into tranquility, the youth narrowed his eyes as he stared towards the end of the corridor, the pair of violet irises attempting to pierce through the obscured unknown.

Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone what exactly the corridor and An Xiang Yang's words entailed, not even Jun Mo, his younger brother.

”Master…”

One of the hidden secrets of the Immortal Realm, a remnant of the era of the Progenitors.

A sanctum of eternal peace and repose, the manifestation of time itself.

A legacy comparable with that of the Forsaken Goddess.